Some People

Some people stick with you like oatmeal sticks to your ribs. Some people travel with you like gum on your shoe.

Adrienne tapped the eraser against her paper, flipped the pencil around, and wrote, “Although not without problems, Julius Peter was doing the best he could for his country and for his soldiers.”

She grunted in annoyance and erased again. “Caesar,” she muttered.

Professor Mulcahy glanced up from her desk. Immediately Adrienne bent over her makeup quiz, flushing.

Some people follow you in the little shreds of eraser you brush off your paper.